May 26

My ex-boyfriend stole my self-esteem. I just lay around hoping it’ll come back. I set up all of these adventurous things to do and go out of my way to try and make me feel good about myself. It’s pathetic. I don’t know that it’s even possible to.
My job is the only place where I feel I am doing good. I’d rather be there than anywhere else. Sitting around in the hatred for myself is toxic, but I don’t have many friends left.
I’ve always known I was going to die alone, I just never expected to feel so pathetic about it.